“Fuck,” he curses as I roll my hips, my nails digging into his pecs and his hands flexing on my hips.
I throw my head back, picking up my pace as my nerve endings fire and my moans get louder.
Falling forward onto his chest, I kiss down his neck as he tilts his head, allowing me better access, and his hand runs down my back. He palms my ass as he moves us faster.
I’m so fucking close.
His finger circles my ass before he pumps his fingers inside, and I moan at the sensation of being so completely filled.
My orgasm crashes through me, and I bite down on his neck, his hips jerk, and he growls as his own orgasm rushes through him, and he wraps both of his arms around me, holding me close as we ride out the waves of pure bliss.
Chapter Ten
Neith
Rolling off him, he pulls me close again and tips my chin up.
Studying my expression for a moment, he leans forward and takes my lips in his in another soft kiss.
I smile when I pull back, “I completely understand if you still need to go and beat the shit out of something. I’m not going to get offended or anything ridiculous.”
“I’m right where I want to be, Neith,” he replies with a smile. His smile turns wicked, “Apparently, sex works just as well to calm the other side of me.”
I grin, “Well, that works out perfectly.”
After snuggling for a while longer, we clean up, and I realize that I didn’t bring anything to drink up with me. I know for a fact that if I don’t go and get something, then tonight is going to be one of those nights where I wake up ridiculously thirsty at some point.
“I’m just going to go and grab a drink from downstairs,” I say as I pull on underwear and a big sleep shirt. “Do you want anything?”
“Could you get me a drink too, please?” He asks, his eyes watching me hungrily.
I nod and leave him choosing something to watch on the TV. It turns out that he’s like me, and he can’t sleep unless there’s some sort of noise in the background.
The house is dark, only a few lamps have been left on, which is helpful because I would definitely trip over something and end up waking everyone up if they weren’t left on.
Actually, I bet that House knows that and has turned them on just for me, so I don’t wake everyone up.
Walking into the kitchen, I’m completely absorbed in my thoughts as I head to the fridge and pull it open.
A yap at my feet has me glancing down with a smile as I see Bitey hopping around excitedly, and I bend down to stroke him.
“I guess you disappeared when Baz went down, huh?” I say quietly, “That’s okay, it was scary. This is your home, you can go wherever you want to, but according to House, you aren’t allowed off the grounds, okay?”
Bitey yips at me again, licks me with his long tongue, and then does this weird shuffle out the kitchen door.
I guess that’s that then. I’m going to assume he’s going to find somewhere to nap. Standing back up, I study the contents of the fridge.
“Score,” I grin as I see a plate of leftover pastries waiting for me. Pulling one out, I take a huge bite.
“You like the pastries then?” An amused voice says from behind me.
I jump, make this weird squeaking sound since my mouth is full of pastry, and promptly fling my pastry somewhere behind me as I spin around just in time to see Zephyr catch the pastry I’ve flung. He bursts out laughing, a full belly laugh as I stand there with my hand over my heart, wondering whether supernaturals can have heart attacks.
“Can supernaturals have heart attacks?” I ask out loud because the speed at which my heart is currently going, it feels like a very necessary question.
Zephyr shakes his head, a smirk still playing around the edge of his lips as he holds the pastry back out to me, and I take it with a grin.
“No, you can’t have a heart attack. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump, I thought you saw me when you came in,” he explains, although there’s still amusement in his eyes.
